Lily: Oh, you take such good care of me. Thanks for loaning me your shoes for my swollen feet. Ah! I owe you one.
Marshall: We have to stop this.
Lily: Stop what?
Marshall: Keeping score. You're growing a baby, our baby. So you're officially ahead of me for life.
Lily: Oh, thanks, sweetie.
Marshall: Once we're parents, we have to be a team. Deal?
[eight months later, as a baby cries:]
Lily: It's your turn! I was on point for six straight hours yesterday!
Marshall: Two of those hours were a nap and you know it!
Lily: Let's go to the board! I hope it's a soupy deuce, sucka.
[present:]
Lily: Deal. We're a team.